This month, I continue writing posts from prompts in the Writing Down the Bones Card Deck by Natalie Goldberg, shared with me by my friend Barb Edler of Iowa. I’m continuing this month so that I can experience the entire deck of prompts. Today’s prompt inspires us to write about where we feel most alone.
I feel most alone
in a thick crowd
silly, I’m sure it seems, but
the trees and birds
hold greater friendship
than a sea of ten thousand
faces without names
Common Threads 
I’m familiar with lonely in a crowd. Solace is with nature.
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Kim,
Feeling lonely in a crowd doesn’t seem silly at all. It’s a condition of modern life, one Ezra Pound captured in his poem “In a Station of the Metro,” one of my favorite poems:
“The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.”
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